I'm a movement by myself. but i'm a force when we're together...
i can't quite express how happy i am lucky i feel that i am with eric... but he knows how i feel. and i bet you can see it when we're together.
Television:
Season One
Pilot
Sam: Dean. what the hell are you doing here?
Dean: I was looking for a beer.
Sam: What the *hell* are you doing here?
Sam: Okay, all right. We gotta talk.
Sam: Uhm... the phone ?
Dean: If I woulda called you would you have picked up?
Sam: When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45.
Dean: What was he supposed to do?
Sam: I was *nine* years old. He was supposed to say, "Don't be afraid of the dark"!
Dean: "Don't be afraid of the dark'"? Are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark. You know what's out there!
Dean: Nice work, Sammy.
Sam: Yeah, wish I could say the same thing about you. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak!
Dean: Hey, saved your ass!
Sam: dean… what I said back there, about mom I'm sorry
Dean: hey no chick flick moments
Sam: alright jerk
Sam: I swear, man, you gotta update your cassette tape collection.
Dean: Why?
Sam: Well, for one, they're cassette tapes and two... Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica? It's the greatest hits of mullet rock.
Dean: Well, house rules Sammy; driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.
Deputy: So, fake US Marshall, fake credit cards. You got anything that's real?
Dean: My boobs...
Deputy: [slamming Dean on the hood of his car] You have the right to remain silent...
Wendigo
Dean: What are we going to tell her? She can't go into the woods because of a big, scary monster?
Sam: Why are we even still here?
Dean: [pulls out John's journal] This is why. This book. This is dad's single most valuable pocession. Everything he knows about every evil thing is in here. And he's passed it on to us. I think he wants us to pick up where he left off. You know, saving people, hunting things. The family business.
Dean: [to Wendigo] Hey, you want some white meat, bitch? I'm right here!
Dead in the water
Sam: Kids are the best? You don't even like kids.
Dean: I love kids.
Sam: Name three children that you even know.
[long pause]
Dean: I'm thinking!
Andrea: [to Dean] Must be hard, with your
sense of direction. Never being able to find your way to a decent pick up line.
Dean: So, crayons are more your thing. That's cool, chicks dig artists
Dean: [to Sam] Oh god, we're not going to have to hug or anything, are we?
Sam: Alright, we've got another house to find.
[Looking at a picture of a house and a church]
Dean: The only problem is there are about a thousand yellow two-stories in this county alone.
Sam: See this church? I bet there are less than a thousand of those around here.
Dean: Oh, college boy thinks he's so smart.
Dean: Man, I look like one of the Blues Brothers!
Sam: No you don't! More like a 7th grader at his first school dance.
Phantom Traveler
Sam: What is that?
Dean: It's an EMF meter. It reads electromagnetic frequencies.
Sam: Yeah, I know what an EMF meter is, but why does that one look like a busted up old walkman?
Dean: 'Cause that's what I made it out of.
Dean: I was up at three, and you were watching the George Foreman infomercial.
Sam: Hey, what can I say, its reviting tv.
Dean: When's the last time you got a good night's sleep?
Sam: I dunno, a little while I guess. Its not a big deal.
Dean: Yeah, it is.
Sam: Look, I appreciate your concern.
Dean: Oh, I'm not concerned about you. Its your job to keep my ass alive, so I need you sharp.
Sam: Are you ok?
Dean: No, not really.
Sam: Why? What's wrong?
Dean: I kind of have this problem with...
[moves his hand in a plane motion]
Sam: Flying?
Dean: It's never really been an issue until now.
Sam: You're joking right?
Dean: Do I look like I'm joking? God sam, Why do you think I drive everywhere?
Dean: Come on, that can't be normal!
Sam: Hey, hey... its just a little turbulance.
Dean: Sam, this plane is going to crash, ok, quit treating me like I'm freakin' four.
Sam: You need to calm down.
Dean: Well, I'm sorry, I can't.
Sam: Yes, you can.
Dean: Dude, stow the touchy-feely, self-help yoga crap. Its not helping!
Bloody Mary
Dean: A few local women, a Laura and a Catherine, committed suicide in front of a mirror. And a giant mirror fell on a guy named Dave. But, uh, no Mary.
[Sam awakens from another nightmare]
Sam: Why'd you let me fall asleep?
Dean: Cause I'm an awesome brother. So what did you dream about?
Sam: Lollipops and candy canes.
Skin
Dean: I really wish things could be different, you know, I wish you could just be Joe College.
Sam: Nah, that's okay. You know, truth is,
even at Stanford, deep down, I never really fit in.
Dean: Well, that's cuz you're a freak.
Sam: Yeah, thanks.
Dean: Well I'm a freak, too. I'm right there with you, all the way.
Dean: That had better be you, Sam, and not that freak of nature!
Sam: Yeah, it's me! It went to Rebecca's, looking like you.
Dean: Well, it's not stupid... it picked the handsome one.
Dean: All right, but first I want to find that handsome devil and kick the holy crap out of him!
Hookman
Dean: So you believe her.
Sam: I do.
Dean: Yea, I think she's hot too.
Bugs
Dean: [Describing Sam's role in the Winchester family] You were kinda like the blonde chick in The Munsters!
Sam: The question is, why bugs? Why now?
Dean: Well, that's two questions...
Dean: Wasn't that on Oprah?
Sam: You watch Oprah?
Matt: Sorry, I told the truth.
Dean: We had a plan, Matt. What happened to the plan?!
Dean: Growing up in a place like this would freak me out.
Sam: Why?
Dean: The manicured lawns. 'How was your day, Honey'. I'd blow my brains out!
Sam: There's nothing wrong with normal.
Dean: I'd take our family over normal any day.
Dean: So you found some beetles, in a hole, in the ground. That's shocking, Sam!
Dean: What? Dad never treated us like that.
Sam: Yeah, he never treated YOU like that. You were perfect. He was all over my case. You don't remember this.
Dean: OK, maybe he had to raise his voice a few times, but sometimes you were out of line.
Sam: [sarcastic] Yeah, like when I said I wanted to play soccer instead of learning bow-hunting.
Dean: Bow-hunting's an important skill!
[Sam and Dean are posing as potential homeowners]
Lynda: Well, let me just say that we accept homeowners of any race, religion, color or...
[looks at Sam and Dean]
Lynda: sexual orientation.
Dean: Hmm, right.
[to Sam]
Dean: I'm gonna go talk to Larry. Okay, honey?
[slaps Sam on the ass]
Home
Dean: Hey! Am I boring you with this hunting-evil stuff?
Sam: No, I'm listening.
Dean: And here, a Sacramento man shot himself in the head... three times.
[holds up three fingers, starts waving at Sam]
Dean: Any of these blowing up your skirt pal?
Sam: I have these nightmares.
Dean: I've noticed.
Sam: And sometimes they come true.
Dean: Come again?
Sam: This might even be the thing that killed Jessica and Mom.
Dean: Alright! Just slow down, would ya? I mean, first you tell me you've got 'The Shinning' and then you tell me that I've got to go back home, especially when...
Sam: When what?.
Dean: When I swore to myself I'd never go back there.
Missouri: Boy, you put your feet up on my table and I'll whack you with a spoon.
Dean: I didn't do anything!
Missouri: But you were thinking about it.
Missouri: You boys grew up handsome.
[looks at Dean]
Missouri: And you were one goofy-lookin' kid.
[Sam grins widely, amused]
Asylum
Dean: hey let me know if you see any ghosts Haley Joel
Sam: not funny…
Dean: no seriously man, ghosts are attracted to that hole ESP thing you got goin on
Sam: I told you it’s not ESP I just… I get strange vibes
…
Dean: hey Sam who do you think is the hotter psychic? Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt, or you?
Dean: see that attitude right there… that is
why I always got the extra cookie
Dean: Hey, I gotta question for ya. You seen a lot of horror movies, yeah?
Katherine: Yeah, I guess so.
Dean: Do me a favor, next time you see one, pay attention. When someone says a place is haunted, don't go in.
Dean: The only thing that makes me more nervous than a pissed off spirit is the pissed off spirit of a psycho killer.
Katherine: How do you guys know all about this ghost stuff?
Sam: It's kind of our job.
Katherine: Why would anyone want a job like that?
Sam: I had a crappy guidance counselor.
Dean: Sam, put the gun down.
Sam: [possessed] Is that an order?
Dean: No. Just a friendly request.
Dean: The only thing that makes me more nervous than a pissed off spirit is the pissed off spirit of a psycho killer.
Scarecrow
Dean: I'm actually on my way to a local community college. I've got an appointment with a professor. You know, since I don't have my trusty sidekick geek boy to do all the research.
Emily: I don't understand. They're gonna kill us?
Dean: Sacrifice us. Which is... I don't know, classier I guess.
Dean: I hope your apple pie is firkin worth it!
Sam: Jess and Mom-they're both gone. Dad is God knows where. You and me, we're all that's left, so if we're gonna see this through, we're gonna do it together.
Dean: Hold me, Sam. That was beautiful.
Sam: You should be kissing my ass. You were dead meat back there!
Dean: I had a plan!
Faith
Dean: I'm not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot!
Sam: But if there was something there Dean, I would have seen it too. I mean, I've been seeing an awful lot lately.
Dean: Oh, excuse me, psychic wonder!
Sam: But you said you saw a dude in a suit.
Dean: Oh, what? You thought he should have been working the whole black robe thing?
Route 666
Sam: So burning the body had no effect on that thing?
Dean: Sure it did. Now it's really pissed.
Sam: By 'old friend' you mean?
Dean: Friend that's not new.
Sam: You mean you dated someone? For more than one night?
Dean: Am I speaking a language you're not getting here?
[on the phone]
Dean: Maybe? Maybe! What if you were wrong?
Sam: Huh. Honestly, that thought hadn't occurred to me.
Dean: [hangs up] It honestly didn't occur to me!
[pause]
Dean: I'm gonna kill him!
Nightmare
Dean: Our family's not cursed. We just have our... dark spots.
Sam: Our dark spots are pretty dark.
Dean: You're... dark.
The Benders
Dean: Have you seen them?
Sam: Yeah. Dude, they're just people.
Dean: And they jumped you? Must be getting a little rusty there, kiddo.
Dean: Never do that again.
Sam: Do what?
Dean: Go missing like that.
Sam: You were worried about me.
Dean: All I'm saying is, you vanish like that again, I'm not looking for ya.
Sam: Sure, you won't
Dean: I'm not.
Sam: So, you got sidelined by a thirteen-year-old girl, huh?
Dean: Oh, shut up.
Sam: Just saying getting rusty there, kiddo.
Dean: Shut up.
Pa Bender: Only reason I dont let my boys take you right here and now is that there's something I need to know...
Dean: Yeah, how bout it's not nice to marry your sister.
Pa Bender: Tell me... any other cops gonna come here looking for you?
Dean: Eat me. No, no, no wait, wait, wait, you actually might.
Shadow
Sam: I don't know Dean. There's something about this girl that I can't quite put my finger on.
Dean: No, but I bet you'd like to.
Dean: Why don't you knock on her door and invite her to a poetry reading or whatever it is you do.
Meg: Guys, hiding is a little bit childish.
Dean: [to Sam] Well that didn't work out like I planned.
Dean: Hey Sam, don't take this the wrong way, but your girlfriend is a bitch.
Hell House
Dean: Most of those websites wouldn't know a ghost if it bit 'em in the persqueeter.
Dean: I thought the legend said Mordecai only went after chicks?
Sam: It does.
Dean: Well that explains why it went after you, but why me?
Dean: People believe in Santa Claus. How come I'm not getting hooked up every Christmas?
Sam: Because you're a bad person
Something Wicked
Sam: What makes you so sure?
Dean: Well, because I'm the oldest, which means I'm always right.
Sam: No, it doesn't.
Dean: Yeah, it totally does.
Michael: King or two queens?
Dean: Two queens.
Michael: [under his breath] Ha, yeah I bet.
Dean: What'd you say?
Michael: Nice car.
Sam: Dude, dude, I am not using this ID!
Dean: Why not?
Sam: Because it says "Bikini Inspector" on it!
Sam: An old person, huh?
Dean: Yeah.
Sam: In a hospital? Whew, better call the Coast Guard.
Provenance
Sam: Maybe you can get her to write it all down on a cocktail napkin.
Dean: Not me.
Sam: No, no, no, no. Pickups are your thing, Dean.
Dean: It wasn't my butt she was checking out.
Sam: I don't understand, Dean. We burned the damn thing!
Dean: Yeah, thank you, Captain Obvious.
Sam: Oh My God!
Sarah: What?
Sam: Uh... that painting... looks so good.
Sarah: If you can call that monstrosity good, then, yeah... I guess.
Sam: So, what do you know about that painting?
Sarah: Not much, just that it creeps me out. We sold it to the Telescas at a charity auction the night they were murdered.
Sam: And you're just gonna sell it again?
Sarah: As much as my dad wants to, no. I won't let him. I think it'd be in bad taste.
Sam: Good. Yeah, you know what? Don't, don't, make sure you don't, okay?
Sarah: Why? Don't tell me you're interested in that.
Sam: No, no, God, no, not in buying it, no. You know what? I gotta go, I've gotta take care of something. But I will call you back. I will call you. I'll see you later.
Dean Man’s Blood
Sam: Hey, there's salt over here. Right inside the door.
Dean: You mean like protection against demons salt? Or, uh, oops I spilled the popcorn salt?
Sam: Dad, we don't even know what these things are yet.
John: They were what Daniel Elkins killed best... vampires.
Dean: Vampires? I thought there was no such thing.
Sam: You never even mentioned them, Dad.
John: I thought they were extinct. I thought Elkins and others had wiped them out. I was wrong. Most vampire lore is crap. A cross won't repel them, sunlight won't kill them, and neither will a stake to the heart. But the bloodlust, that part's true. They need fresh human blood to survive. They were once people, so you won't know it's a vampire until it's too late.
Salvation
Meg: [to Pastor Jim] The other day I met this man. A nice guy, you know? And we had a really good chat, sort of like this. Then I slit his throat and ripped his heart out through his chest. Does that make me a bad person?
Devil’s trap
Dean: Where's our dad, Meg?
Meg: You didn't ask very nicely.
Dean: Where's our dad, bitch?
Meg: An exorcism. Are you serious?
Dean: Oh, we're going for it, baby. Head spinning, projectile vomiting, the whole nine yards.
Dean: Hey, what's happening, is there a fire?
Fireman: We're figuring that out right now. Just stay back.
Dean: Well, I've got a yorkie upstairs and he pees when he's nervous.
Sam: I'm gonna kill you!
John: [possessed by demon] Oh, that'd be a neat trick. In fact, make the gun float to you there, psychic boy.
John: [possessed by demon] Your dad, he's in here with me. Trapped inside his own meat suit. He says "hi" by the way. He's gonna tear you apart. He's gonna taste the iron in your blood.
Dean: Let him go. Or, I swear to God...
John: What? What are you and God gonna do? You see, as far as I'm concerned, this is justice. You know that little exorcism of yours? That was my daughter.
Dean: Who? Meg?
John: The one in the alley? That was my boy. You understand?
Dean: You gotta be kidding me.
John: What? You're the only one that can have a family? You destroyed my children. How would you feel if I killed your family? Oh, that's right. I forgot. I did. Still, two wrongs don't make a right.
Dean: You son of a bitch.
Dean: Listen, you mind just getting this over with, huh? Cause I really can't stand the monologueing.
John: [possessed by demon] Funny. But that's all part of your M.O. isn't it? Mask all that nasty pain. Mask the truth.
Dean: Oh, yeah? What's that?
John: You know, you fight and you fight for this family. But the truth is, they don't need you. Not like you need them. Sam - he's clearly John's favorite. Even when they fight, it's more concern than he's ever shown you.
Dean: I bet you're real proud of your kids too, huh? Oh, wait. I forgot. I wasted 'em.
Season two
In my time of dying
Dean: Dude, I full on Swayze-d that mother.
Sam: [pulls out a quiji board] Dean if you’re in here…
Dean: I feel like im at a slumber party
Dean: [Dean is a spirit and can't be heard] Dude you need to find some voodoo priest to lay some mojo on me.
Sam: [Talking to his dad] I don't know, I'll just find some voodoo priest and lay some mojo on him.
[He is unaware where that came from]
Everybody loves a clown
Sam: All right, Dean, it's just we've been at Bobby's for over a week now and you haven't brought up Dad once.
Dean: You know what, you're right. Come here, I want to lay my head gently on your shoulder. Maybe we can cry, hug, maybe even slow dance.
Dean: [Driving a minivan] This is humiliating. Feel like a freakin' soccer mom!
Dean: I know what you're thinking Sam. Why did it have to be clowns?
Sam: Oh, give me a break.
Dean: [laughs] You didn't think I remember, do you? Come on, you still bust out crying when you see Ronald McDonald on the television.
Sam: At least I'm not afraid of flying.
Dean: Planes crash!
Sam: And apparently clowns kill.
Dean: Excuse me. We're looking for a Mr. Cooper. Have you seen him around?
Barry (Blind Man): What is that, some kind of joke?
[pulls sunglasses off]
Dean: Oh, I'm sorry.
Barry (Blind Man): Do you think I wouldn't give my eye-teeth to see Mr. Cooper or a sunset or anything at all?
Dean: [to Sam] Could you give me a little help here?
Sam: Not really.
Midget: Hey Barry, is there a problem?
Barry (Blind Man): Yeah, this guy hates blind people.
Dean: No, I don't.
Midget: Hey buddy, what's your problem?
Dean: Nothin', it's just a little misunderstanding.
Midget: Little? You SOB!
Sam: [Sam is unable to keep himself from laughing and starts cracking up]
Dean: N-n-n-n-no, I'm just... could somebody tell me where Mr. Cooper is? Please?
Sam: So, Cooper thinks I'm a peeping tom, but it's not him
Dean: Yeah, so I gathered. It's the blind guy. He's here somewhere.
Sam: Well, did you get the...
Dean: The brass blades? No, it's just been one of those days.
Bloodlust
Sheriff: What newspaper did you say you worked for?
Dean: World Weekly News.
Sam: Weekly World News.
Dean: World...
Sam: Weekly World News.
Dean: Wor... I'm new.
Sheriff: Get out of my office.
Dean: [driving his rebuilt 1967 Chevy Impala] Whoo! Listen to her purr. You ever heard anything so sweet?
Sam: You know, if you two wanna get a room, just let me know, Dean.
Dean: [talking to the car] Don't listen to him, baby. He doesn't understand us.
Children shouldn’t play with dead things
Dean: Neil, it's your grief counselors. We've come to hug.
Dean: What's dead should stay dead - didn't you see Pet Cemetery?
Sam: Silver bullets?
Dean: I've got enough to make her rattle like a change purse.
Dean: Sam, if you bring up dad's death one more time, I swear...
Sam: Please, Dean it's killing you, please. We've already lost dad, we've lost mom, i've lost jessica, now im gunna lose you too.
Dean: We better get out of here before the cops come. I hear you, okay? Yeah, I being an ass and I'm sorry.
[Sam nods]
Dean: But right now we got a freaking zombie running around, we need to figure out how to kill it.
[Sam smiles]
Dean: Right?
Sam: Our lives are weird man.
Dean: Your telling me. Come on.
Simon Said
Sam: Dean! Andy's got the Impala!
Dean: I know! He just sort of asked me for it, and I, I let him take it!
Sam: You what?
Dean: He full-on Obi-Wanned me!
Guard: I don't really know about this.
Andrew: It's ok, just go over there and just have little nap. It's really ok. These aren't the droids you are looking for...
Dean: Awesome.
Sam: Ash [konckknockkonck] ash its sam...
[reading door sign] Dean: Dr. Badass, come here
Ash: [opening the door] what can i do for you boys?
Dean: we need your help...
Ash: then i guess i need my pants...
Dean: L.A. A young girl got kidnapped by an evil cult.
Sam: Yeah, and does this girl have a name?
Dean: Katie Holmes
Sam: That's funny... and for you, so bitchy.
Dean: [to Ellen] You weren't really joking about coming, were you?
[Sam and Jo look at each other in the back seat]
Dean: How about some music?
[He turns on the radio]
Radio: She's as cold as ice...
[Ellen immediately turns it off]
Dean: [Quietly to himself] This is going to be a long ride.
The Usual Suspects
Dean: So Scully... what do ya think?
Sam: I'm not Scully, you're Scully
Dean: Naw... I'm Mulder... You're a red headed woman
Det. Peter: Talk directly to the camera. Start by stating your name for the record.
Dean: My name is Dean Winchester. I'm an Aquarius, I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach and frisky women. And I did not kill anyone. But I know who did. Or rather "what" did. Of course, it can't be for sure, because our investigation was interrupted. But our work in theory, is that were looking for some kind of Vengeful Spirit.
Det. Diana: Excuse me?
Dean: You know, Casper - the blood thirsty ghost.
Det. Peter: You murdered them in cold blood, just like that girl in St. Louis.
Dean: Oh, yeah. That wasn't me either. That was a shape-shifter type creature that only looked like me.
Jeff Krause: Mr. Winchester. What are you doing?
Dean: I think it's an anagram.
Jeff Krause: A what?
Dean: An anagram. Same letters, different words. Uhhh... Could you do me a favor? See if you recognize any of these words, you know, names, places, anything like that.
Jeff Krause: Do you understand how serious these charges are?
Dean: I'm handcuffed to a table, yeah. I get it. Humor me. Take a good look.
Jeff Krause: [Giving Sam a message from Dean] I hope that was meaningful, but I'd like to discuss your case now.
Sam: [Inviting him to sit] Sure thing, Matlock.
Jeff Krause: You two really are brothers, aren't you?
Dean: Can we make this quick, I'm a little tired. It's been a long day, you know, with your partner assaulting me and all
Det. Diana: I wanna know more about that stuff you were talking about earlier.
Dean: Time Life, Mysteries of the Unknown. Look it up.
Crossroad Blues
Dean: I don't know what this thing is
Sam: [Laughs] You mean Carly's myspace adress?
Dean: Yeah myspace, what the hell is that?
Sam: [Laughs]
Dean: Seriously, is that like some sort of pornsite or something?
Sam: So much for a low profile... you got a warrent in St. Louis and you're officially in the 'Feds' database
Dean: Dude... I'm like Dilanger or something
Sam: Dean, it's not funny. It makes the job harder, we gotta be more careful now.
Dean: Well what've they got on you?
Sam: I'm sure they just haven't posted it yet...
Dean: Wait, no accessory? Nothin'?
Sam: Shut up
Dean: Ha! you're jealous
Sam: No I'm not!
Dean: Alright, what have you got on the case there you innocent, harmless young man you?
Dean: Usually I like to be warned before being violated by Demon tongue
Croatoan
Dean: [Sam points to a word carved into a telephone pole] Croatoan?
Sam: Yeah.
[Dean stares blankly]
Sam: Roanoke... lost colony... ring a bell? Dean, did you pay any attention in history class?
Dean: Yeah, shot hear round the world, how a bill becomes a law...
Sam: That's not school. That's School House Rock.
Dean: [shrugs] Whatever.
Sarge: My neighbor, Mr. Rogers...
Dean: You've got a neighbor named Mr. Rogers?
Sarge: Not anymore.
Duane: Has anyone seen my Mom and Dad?
Dean: [quietly to Sam] ... Awkward...
Dean: Put 'em down!
Sarge: Lower 'em down!
Dean: Put 'em down!
Sarge: Are you one of 'em?
Dean: No! Are You?
Sarge: No!
Dean: You could be lying!
Sarge: So can you!
Dean: Alright, alright!
Duane: You were gonna shoot me!
Dean: You don't shut your pie hole, I still might.
Hunted
Sam: Are you okay?
Ava: Am I okay?
Sam: Yeah.
Ava: I just helped you steal some dead guy's confidential psych files.
[beat]
Ava: I'm awesome!
Playthings
Sam: [sarcastically] what do you want to do poke her with a stick?
Dean: shrugs
Sam: dude we can not poke her with a stick!
Dean: We gotta figure this out and fast. What d'ya find out about Granny?
Sam: *drunkenly*You're bossy,
Dean: Huh?
Sam: Youre bossy... and short... *chuckles*
Dean: Are you drunk?
Sam: Yeah, so? Stupid...
NightShifters
Ronald: Get on the floor, now!
Dean: Okay, we're doing that. Just don't shoot anybody, especially not us.
Ronald: I knew it, as soon as you two left. You ain't FBI. Who are you? Who are you working for, huh? The Men in Black? You working for the Mandroid?
Sam: We're not working for the Mandroid!
Ronald: You shut up! I ain't talking to you. I don't like you!
Sam: Fair enough.
Dean: We are so screwed
Sam: You saved my life over and over. Man you sacrifice everything for me, don't you think I'd do the same for you? You're my big brother, there's nothing I wouldn't do for you. And I don't care, I'm going to get you out of this. I'm going to save your ass for a change.what obsession?
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